Babe

Pig in the City

Space. Timelessness.

Nonexistence of reliable sense.

The music doesn't calm me
clobbered in independence.

Words. Spoken.

Keen to hear them.

But I might pull my ears out.

if I had the option.

Talking. All the time

Maybe they should stay shut. 

Frightened, this might be
how the world is.

Fringe disadvantages

of leaving my own.

Into a new one,

looking for what everyone was.

Shifting universes

between midnights
and midmornings.

Yet, not moving a bit.

Trying to love and accept.

Spend the day cleaning

the trouble stains,

around the voices,

amidst the words,

spoken through familiar lips.

I wonder if this is happiness.

Then again, I never came looking.

Life is

Life is full of things that are clearer when farther.
So I found it best to stay away.
I wonder how I'll do that with life.
Not as if I don't like it, I just like it better when it's a lie.

B School is like an uncouth mix of excited social creatures(which I find myself becoming occasionally), completely unnecessary sleep deprivation and this urgent need to have fun in life because 'it's the last couple of years you can actually do that!'  

People trying to bring together some average American High School drama movie, a modern romantic comedy and the most inspiring business story they've ever heard.
It is ultimately a stinking tragedy, of course.

I fail to feel these people.
The closer I get the more repulsed I get.
I see more and more of everyone else in me. It makes me feel more and more meaningless. I guess that's what individuality is all about. Oh God, I don't want to be sounding like Derrida of them all, but I think I do sound somewhat like him. Differance. 
I couldn't get the accent. So I shall substitute with a different set of special characters. 
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